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But you are very welcome. You may say at Bentley's- -but that is not important. It was very tough to cut: they braid silk into their pigtails. Kwaagh." Mr. Beeson was speaking with his eyes shut, and he wandered. His last word was a snore. A moment later he drew a long breath, opened his eyes with an effort, made a single remark, and fell into a deep sleep.
Slowly and steadily it rose, and slowly and steadily rose the swaddled head of the old man in the bunk to observe it. Then, with a clap that shook the house to its foundation, it was thrown clean back, where it lay with its unsightly spikes pointing threateningly upward. Mr. Beeson awoke, and without rising, pressed his fingers into his eyes. He shuddered; his teeth chattered.
"Oh, Mam'selle," he exclaimed, beseechingly, "do not let us quarrel immediately, when I have thought of you so often and longed to see you so much! And now that my mother says pleasant things about you she is not so opposed to learning since Tony Beeson has been teaching Marie to read and write and figure and we are all such friends " Ah, if they could remain only friends!
Come mornin', we'll settle, young feller," my friend Jenks growled. "I did," she admitted. "I have seen Mr. Jenks; I have also seen Mr. Beeson; I have seen others of you in Benton. I was glad to know of somebody here. I rode on the construction train because it was the quickest and easiest way." "And those garments!" Captain Adams accused.
They still linked me with a woman, whereas she had figured only as a transient occasion. Then she herself, My Lady, appeared, running in breathless and appealing. "Is Mr. Beeson hurt? Badly? Where is he? Let me help." She knelt beside me, her hand grasped mine, she gazed wide-eyed and imploring. "No, he's all right, ma'am."
Not the benevolent Mr. John Beeson more tenderly mourns the decay of the Indians than he the exodus of these more delicate native tribes. In a letter which I happened to receive from him a short time previous to his death, he thus renewed the lament: "I mourn for the loss of many of the beautiful plants and insects that were once found in this vicinity.
At the office all the morning, and at noon dined with my people at home, and so to the office again a while, and so by water to the King's playhouse, to see a new play, acted but yesterday, a translation out of French by Dryden, called "The Ladys a la Mode:" so mean a thing as, when they come to say it would be acted again to-morrow, both he that said it, Beeson, and the pit fell a-laughing, there being this day not a quarter of the pit full.
There was no other connection between the two incidents than that the coyote has an aversion to storms, and the wind was rising; yet there seemed somehow a kind of supernatural conspiracy between the two, and Mr. Beeson shuddered with a vague sense of terror. He recovered himself in a moment and again addressed his guest. "There are strange doings here.
Shall we walk about a little and get my knees limber? Where is Pierre?" "He went home. Pani, it is true Marie is to be betrothed to M'sieu Beeson, and married at Christmastide." "And if the sign holds good Madame De Ber will be fortunate in marrying off her girls, for, if the first hangs on, it is bad for the rest. Rose will be much prettier, and no doubt have lovers in plenty.
Beeson continued: "According to the Chinese faith, a man is like a kite: he cannot go to heaven without a tail. Well, to shorten this tedious story which, however, I thought it my duty to relate on that night, while I was here alone and thinking of anything but him, that Chinaman came back for his pigtail. "He did not get it." At this point Mr. Beeson relapsed into blank silence.
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